So I’m just getting used to the fact that I’m pregnant … YUP! … all curled up and cozy in bed on the weekend with the Saturday Globe when I get hit with Nadia the Siberian baby. 17.1 pounds.
Do you see the horror on her wee neighbour’s face? Imagine her mother's expression as she gave birth. I, for one, sat straight up and screamed when I saw the story. Especially when I read the mother’s explanation of what she ate to produce Nadia:
"We don't have the money for special foods, so I just ate potatoes, noodles and tomatoes."
You saw my recent entry on fries. If only it had stopped there. But the fries just led to the next two fixations: baked potatoes and Big Bowl noodle soups. Potatoes and noodles, potatoes and noodles … all I want, all I need. Until Nadia.
What? You're PREGNANT! Shouldn't your father have KNOWN? Have you thought about Danny for a name? If you move to Ottawa your mother and I will take care of the baby while you write your blog. I can offer you a lot of hints on pregnancy from a man's point of view. Eat a lot of french fries, for a start. There's more.
Hugs and Kisses,
Dad
Posted by: Dan Turner | October 10, 2007 at 09:20 AM